“My bar has two floors, and on this night I was working upstairs. [A] couple came up with beers they already had bought, and sat in my section.
“They eventually get another round, and as I’m dropping off their drinks, I hear the guy slur out, ‘chank youuu vurry mush.’ He’s wasted.
“I go about my business for a while. At one point I glance up at their table. The girl is gone, and the guy looks like all hell. I thought to myself, ‘Damn, he looks like he’s about to—’ and right then, he hurls.
“I grab my bar back and a trashcan. Bar back gets to work on the vomit […] and I put the trash can in front of the guy. I told him to go to the bathroom, take the can with you on your way, then [get out].
“I race around looking for his date. I found her at the bar trying to pay her tab […] That’s when she told me it was their first date. They had met through a mutual friend, and she really didn’t know him at all. My bartender and one of our awesome regulars overheard. We paid her tab.” – TrademarkedLobster